Their bodies pressed closer, hearts pounding in sync — wild, desperate, craving the same thing.

Desire hung thick in the air, undeniable and consuming.

Celina’s dress slipped from her shoulders as if it had been made to surrender to Thor’s touch. He let it fall slowly, savoring every inch of skin that appeared before him, unwrapping her like a sacred gift. The soft fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in delicate lingerie that seemed chosen just for him.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Thor murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His eyes devoured her, as if he needed to memorize every curve, every breath, afraid that time itself might steal her away.

Celina trembled under that gaze. Her hands reached for the towel knotted around his waist, tugging it loose. It fell to the floor, and suddenly he was bare before her — strong, real, breathtaking. The heat between them pulsed like a living thing.

She touched him carefully, reverently, tracing the familiar lines o